Lola & the Millionaires: Part One (Sweet Omegaverse #2)(57)

Leo’s eyes widened, and he let out a long sigh. “I have never hated business trips more than I do at this moment. You two look like dessert, Jesus. Hey, gorgeous.”

Leo’s smile was so wide that my worry evaporated almost immediately. “Hey,” I said, a little whispery from some remaining reserve.

“Lola is murdering me, slowly and divinely,” Rake said. “She’s a secret Domme in the bedroom.”

I laughed at that, and Leo nodded. “I had my suspicions. But your hands are free so she’s taking things slowly, I guess?”

“She mastered orgasm denial in like two minutes,” Rake said, a faint whine in his tone.

“Fuck, well if I wasn’t jealous before, I am now,” Leo said. “Don’t let her break out the whips and chains before I get back.”

“Ohmigod, shut up,” I said, laughing and burying my face against Rake’s throat as the men grinned. “I might like to listen to Rake beg, but it doesn’t make me a sadist.”

“Have you gotten a taste of her yet, babe? Our girl is fucking heaven.”

“You just interrupted us, as a matter of fact,” Rake said, flashing me an evil grin as I lifted my head.

Leo was quiet for a minute, and I looked to the screen to find him settling into the pillows more. “Any chance I could convince you two to pick up where you left off? Without ending the call?”

I nearly swallowed my own tongue, and Rake looked to me. Of course he did. I stared at Leo through the small phone screen and licked my lips.

“Are you going to join us?” I asked.

“I think I would have a hard time keeping my hands off my cock if you give me a view like that, gorgeous,” Leo said in his rasping growl.

This lucky bitch had found herself a beta who sounded like an alpha. My thighs pressed together and I looked back to Rake, nodding. He beamed at me and wiggled in excitement.

“Oh, hell fucking yes, Lollipop,” Rake said. “You be the camerawoman. I’ll do the work.”

I laughed at that and took the phone from him, rising up. Rake didn’t even wait for me to crawl up to him, he just slid right down the sheets.

“God, I miss you,” Leo hissed. He was shifting on his hotel bed, pushing his boxers off his hips probably, although I couldn’t see it yet. “Miss you both. Lola, gorgeous, can you be at the house tomorrow night too?”

Rake was handling me from below, making me giggle as he pawed at my legs, desperate to make room for himself between my thighs.

“Yeah, I’ll figure it out,” I said, watching Leo’s face light up.

Good thing I never got the cat I’d wanted, I guess. Poor Mr. Kibbles would’ve been cramping all this sleepover style I had going with my new boyfriends.

I tapped the screen to flip the camera and blushed to myself at the new view. Leo had a vividly explicit picture to enjoy, right down my stomach to where Rake was grinning up from between my thighs, his tan contrasting against my ultra pale skin.

“Lola, you’re fucking soaked,” Rake said, waggling his eyebrows.

I opened my mouth to answer, but Rake arched his neck, lifting his head and swiping his tongue directly up my center. Leo, Rake, and I all moaned at the same moment.

“Leo,” I gasped. “I wanna watch you too.”

Leo nodded and then rolled, setting the phone down on a table and then shifting into frame. He tore his t-shirt off with one arm, over the back of his neck, until he was naked in front of the camera, a hand fisted around his cock. Up in the tiny right-hand corner of the screen, Rake grinned up at me.

“Ready?” Rake asked.

“Mhm,” I nodded.

“Fuck yes,” Leo echoed, tugging on his own length and then smearing the pre-cum back up.

I whined and the shot blurred as Rake wrapped both arms around my thighs, and pulled me down to his mouth. I cried out and Leo huffed, his stomach jumping as he started to fuck into his hand.

“Ohmigod, it’s like watching porn,” I said, giggling breathlessly.

“Best porn ever,” Leo agreed.

It was. Best porn ever and one desperately greedy mouth on my aching pussy. For all the teasing I’d done to Rake, I’d been making myself just as needy and excited. Rake’s mouth was already smeared with my wetness as he lapped and sucked over every inch of me.

“Fuck. Fuck yes,” I whined. It was a strange mirror, watching Rake eat me out on the screen, watching Leo’s brow furrow and fold as he watched, his chest heaving. My brain knew what I was watching corresponded to the delicious sensation of Rake’s lips and tongue on me, but I could almost pretend that the two were separate, that it wasn’t my hips that were rocking and rolling and pleading for more.

Jesus fucking Christ, Rakim Oren was eating me out. I was so used to the playful, sexy man I’d gotten to know, I’d genuinely forgotten that he was, well, famous.

“Don’t be so fucking shy, Rake,” Leo gasped on the line. “Fucking devour her.”

Rake puffed a breath against my sex, and then I was shaking, barely able to keep the camera turned in the right direction as Rake’s tongue thrust up into me, his nose burrowing against my clit.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Gush all over our man. You wanna ride him too?”

If I was a Domme, then Leo was like the King of Dirty Talking. “Yes,” I whined, although I was totally already riding Rake.